American Ranger Pages

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

I just finished watching an old movie about Al Capone. It
reminded me of a conversation I had with an old soldier from World War II who had once been a kid in Chicago.

George was in his eighties, and he was a volunteer at the
detective bureau of my police department. When we had cases that were unsolvable (no
suspects, no witnesses, or no physical evidence), George would make the call to
the victim and explain that we were being forced to close the case and that we
were sorry we couldn’t help them.

Because George had been an infantryman in World War II and I
had been an infantryman in Vietnam, we could relate to each other in ways the
average person could never understand. George had participated in the invasion
of Anzio and, along with his buddies, he fought his way through Italy and
Europe. He was almost killed by the Nazis, and he killed some of them. He was
the kind of quiet warrior that most combat veterans become.

But George also grew up in Chicago. As a young man he was a
truck driver. He told me a couple of interesting stories, the first of which
had to do with him running into Al Capone in a delicatessen. George was having
a sandwich made when Capone and one of his henchmen walked into the deli.
Capone looked at George and said, “Don’t worry about it, kid; I’ll pay for your
sandwich.”

George responded with, “That’s okay, Mr. Capone, I can pay
for it,” thinking he was doing the polite thing.

But Capone responded, “No, you don’t understand; I’M paying
for it….”

George didn’t want to piss off the most powerful gangster in
town, so he simply said, “Thank you, Mr. Capone….”

At one point during the Prohibition years, George was on the
road in one of his truck jobs when he was stopped by a police officer. The
officer asked what he was transporting, so George handed him the bill of lading
and said “I’m carrying auto parts, officer.”

The cop looked at the paperwork, looked at the back of the
truck, then told George he could go, but added “You may want to stop up ahead;
your auto parts are leaking….”

A short distance away, George stopped and discovered that –
unknown to him - his truck wasn’t loaded with auto parts; he was carrying a
load of gin – probably for the Capone gang. The cop realized it, but let him go
anyway.

This goes to show all you young people that a lot of old men
probably have a couple of really interesting stories to tell….

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The above painting is titled "Dear Mr. President." It was completed by artist Ashley Lauren. The painting depicts Charles Grist as an old soldier in Iraq in 2004 and his reflection in the Vietnam wall when he was a much younger soldier in Vietnam. She presented it to Grist in 2011.

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I am a retired Army Ranger, a veteran of Vietnam and Operation Iraqi Freedom, and a retired police officer with experience in patrol operations, as a plainclothes street crimes officer, and as a criminal investigations detective.